Contents:

From the Heart of a Wolf ...by [email protected]
Crying Leaves ...by [email protected]
The Circle, LOVE'S DANCE, and Unity Prayer ...submitted by [email protected]
Progress and Ocean ...by [email protected]
Someone ...submitted by Lil [email protected]

Greetings,
I want to thank those of you who have responded so quickly with some of your writings. Please continue to send them in for future issues of Blessings. I just wanted to mention something as a reminder. This time of year is most difficult for especially children and our Elders. In the true sense of giving please be mindful of possibly a family or person that may be in need of warm clothes or blankets for the winter.

There are several organizations that are collecting goods for these needs. If you are needing any recommendations for organizations that are taking goods to the reservations please let me know. I'll be happy to provide names and addresses.

Peace and blessings to each of you.

TxRose

I am Wolf. I am as old as the mountains I call home. I have walked this earth long before human beings. I have seen mountains grow from small hills, valleys form from small ravines and rivers born of trickling streams. I have walked with the great ones of eons ago, the Great Mammoth, Saber Tooth Tigers and many others who have long been lost.

...I have seen the beginning of mankind.

I am Wolf. I am a predator. A hunter. I hunt for food. I do not collect trophies to be mounted on the walls of my den. I do not hunt for enjoyment, but out of necessity...for survival. I hunt to feed my children...so they can one day walk upon Mother Earth and become part of the Circle of Life.

I am Wolf. I have watched for many years my hunting grounds diminish... trees replaced by buildings...game replaced by humans. I have been driven higher and higher into the mountains...yet the humans still come..and I'm driven even farther from the hunting grounds of my fathers father, and his fathers befor him. Yet I survive. My children survive.

I am Wolf. I am a loyal, devoted and loving parent. Our children are our future...just as human children are the future of of all human beings. I am protective of my children and take my responsibility of their nurturing as seriously as any human parent. I provide food for my children and provide them with a safe home until they are ready to walk their own path.

I am Wolf. I do not chose to hunt in the presence of humans, but I have been given no other choice. My land has been taken from me, and now so shall my life...and the lives of my children and in doing so...our future is doomed....we will go the way of the old ones...only in memories of distant pasts shall we live again.

I am Wolf. Wolves are beauty without vanity...innocence without naitivity...We are one of the Creators children...and deserve to live our lives in peace...we were created for a purpose..and it was not to be hunted down and slaughtered.

I am Wolf. Tonight I will lay and sleep beside my mate and our children...this may be the last night we will share together upon Mother Earth..for tomorrow many of our brothers and sisters will be slaughtered and perhaps, ourselves as well...our songs will be only a distant memory...fading into the past......from....the heart of a Wolf.

Written by WeepngTree Copyright1998

...by [email protected]

A tree stands in the forest~
Surrounded by many of it's kind~
Waiting~
Fall is coming~
The air is chilling~
Silencing them as it ever so slowly draws
the liquid colors of life from her leaves~
The tree hears the call of the roots below~
Slowly cascading the sap down~
Taking their beauty~
Leaving them week, rusted~
Suddenly they fall~
One after another~
The earth cushioning their fall~
They lay quietly blanketing the ground~
Warming the earth, nourishing it~
The snow comes~
As the leaves slowly liquify flowing
back to where they came~
What would mother earth do ?
Without her Crying Leaves.......

By: Sandy Morgan Nov.11,1998

...submitted by [email protected]

I had promised to send you the work that was written for the Circle of Hearts. There are two poems and a prayer. I have included the author's names. The authors were willing to give their permission for reprint in Blessings.

come,
come into the Circle,
the circle
of life...

enter in
the flow of being -
surrendering your pain
releasing your vision - 
there is nothing to fear

come,
come into the circle,
the circle
of love...

enter into
the circle:
gathered in
by the four winds,
drawn in
by the divine love
at the center

come full circle
open your heart
to our oneness,
oneness with all being -
even the thunder and the comets -

join up
with the universe
join in
the exchange

come,
become the circle,
the circle of light...
expanding radiance
fills the night

the medicine of love
circulates within
and cures the nation....

Lucille McConnell

L O V E ' S   D A N C E

Snowflakes twinkle within my sight
as I am given a glimpse
into Love's dance

from the tiniest particle
to the mightiest mountain
and also into the deepest sea

Life is bi-polar
dual

Daybreak
magical gateway
in the cosmological constant
of Time and Space
Creation's place

this morning 
at dawn
awakening
I traveled in White Light

through folds many colored
translucid

Descent of Soul!

to seed my Self
in the window of
Today

daily we birth-awake life:

as how life will go
has all to do 
with the Love Spark
in our Heart

the cover of night
is a void
a 
womb
I enter in prayerful gesture

for Psyche of Soul is the charioteer of body

and the loftier it flies in the hidden cosmos of Night
the more it repairs the tares of flesh
in the dream-stuff of day

all is dream stuff
Night and Day

Soul's Journey
sojourning
Learning
L O V E

I AM
we are
to chant
life's enchantment

To spell the syllabus of Self
to praise-sing the glory of Earth

Under my window a tree has sung
the fecund blossoms of countless myriad flowers
starry eyed
white
under the sky
of stars infinite

I am part
-center point-
in the wheel of Life

Consciousness the I
eye of God

Yesterday
holding a crystal I fell asleep

and the tiny crystal took me
for a sidereal ride
of sacred geometries of Life

gyres within gyres
the One and many
into the subatomic realms
of Holy Spirit

And back out

through the Veil

into Outer Space above

at the speed of Light

where galaxies were
my very eyes

back and forth
Spirit whirled me
winked me as Above
Below

to teach me to eclipse the Veil
of Mind

the shadow of Ego

the prison of Body

and expand mySelf in True Being

so I may love
without 
fear

Let us gather around the sacred circle of Hope and Dreams
to call forth the Great Spirit
to join with us in prayer
We are coming forth to honor the Summer Solstice
to bring forth a gathering of hearts
For a common goal of uniting through and prayer
For the greatest amount of expansion and enlightenment
that cosmic law will allow
Come join within the Sacred Circle of Life
as God's expression of Unconditional Love
Begins to flow through us
to bless of life eternal..

Akay woe nay oyapay    we'a ohyapay tonka
Wonkan Tonka, aho'

This land was once a sight to behold ~~
Greens ~~ reds ~~ and shades of gold,
Where animals roamed, wild and free,
Now their numbers dwindle as they try to flee.

The land ~~
Raped ~~ ravaged ~~ forever scarred,
Replaced with ~~
Pollution ~~ overcrowding ~~ and a life that's hard.

We surround ourselves with cement, steel and glass,
Gradually killing off the trees and grass,
Our shade from the sun and purified air,
Dstroyed forever, by men who didn't care.

Progress is the game . . .
But survival is it's name.

Future generations can only be told
Of the greens and reds and shades of gold,
There the animals once roamed, wild and free,
Only to ask, "Daddy, what's a tree?"

The thunderous roar of the out meeting in
Only to reach up and gently caress
the sands of time.

So peaceful
Yet deceitful . . .

With each and every swell
You have carried ships to hell ~~
and back.
But what of those who don't return?
Can they be found in dark watery graves
Defeated ~~ battered unmercifully by your waves?

It's hard to believe
Such beauty could deceive . . .

How many have succumbed
To the gentle roll of your waves
Enveloped by the liquid warmth of your love ~~
Carried to the depths of your soul.

What stories could be told
Dating back to days of old . . .

How many have you gently lulled to sleep
How many widows have you left to weep
For the gentle roll of your waves
Belie the many dark, watery graves.

The sands of time
Ever changed by the thunderous roar
Of the out meeting in.

Until you've walked a second mile,
In someone else's shoes;
Or stood and hour in the heat,
Of hurts you did not choose.

Until your heart has felt the sting,
Of criticizing tongues;
You cannot taste the salty tears,
A wounded heart has wrung.

Unless you've walked a mile or more,
Along a thorny road;
You cannot feel another's needs,
Or know his trying load.